Private Finished The Drink Doesn't Help in Forgetting

So the woman did remember Rada, great. Rada smiled and downed her third shot, exhaling afterwards. She had seen that the woman's buddies were on edge, she could feel and see it, but this was Rada's home turf and each and every customer in here was ready to fight for her. So Rada didn't feel nervous being near their boss woman whatsoever.
"You got it. I still don't know your name though. Well, not that you have to tell me. Mystery has its own kind of allure, right?"
Rada grinned a bit, and tapped the bar four times. Soon enough the bartender brought four more shots, they were cinnamon and orange flavoured, Rada's favourite.
The woman was still clearly on edge and in pain, Rada could feel it. Of course she was, Rada could tell that this kind of pain took a long time to heal. Maybe even the rest of one's life. But that also didn't mean the woman should stay this miserable for the rest of her life.

"Then drink in peace. I won't talk to you if you still want to wallow in misery. But the next time you see your blonde friend do tell her a message from me. Tell her Rada said 'Fuck you and stay out of my head'."
Rada let a small growl in her voice when she said the last part, and she downed another shot. Damn, that was good. Rada smiled at the bartender and spoke in Russian
"The last batch turned out great! Say my thanks to Ivanka!"

So the woman didn't like her blonde friend being spoken badly of. Naturally she didn't, what Rada had observed the two were basically as close as lovers. Rada hadn't really wished to get a rise out of the woman, she had genuinely wished for her to pass on the message, the trick the blonde had pulled on Rada had really gotten her pissed. But oh well, Rada could as well tell it to the woman herself when or if these two dealt with their problems and the blonde came to the bar again. So Rada shrugged and downed another shot.
"Fair enough. Just wanted to avoid it becoming a fight."

The bartender came over when the woman signaled, and as he was pouring he glanced at Rada. Rada glanced back and nodded just a bit, the sign of it being okay serving to this customer. Rada was going to get drunk tonight as well, so she wasn't one to judge this time. She merely downed her shots and also asked the bartender for another round. Rada, starting to develop a nice buzz, turned to look at the woman with her elbow on the counter.
"But before we drink in silence I think you at least owe me your name."

Rada was definitely irritating this woman, but right now she didn't care. And perhaps it would do good for the woman to feel something else besides sadness and misery. If Rada had known this woman better she would've been even more ruthless in her words, Rada believed in tough love, but the fact was that they had just met and if Rada pushed much more the woman would leave and become drunk somewhere else. That would mean losing a customer, and other bars probably weren't as considerate of their clients.

"There we go. Nice to meet you, Zienna."
It was an exotic name, but this island was full of those. Hell, Rada was also a pretty unique name around here, but it drowned under the avalanche of weird names.
"And since you so wished it..."
Rada said, and then she was just quiet. Well, mostly quiet. She did speak to the bartender and other customers in Russian occasionally, and seemingly enjoyed her drinks since she let out a content exhale now and then after downing a shot. Rather, it pained Rada occasionally how indifferently Zienna just drank shot after shot, without savouring the taste at all. So after a while of not speaking to the woman Rada gestured the bartender over, and told him to serve Zienna a shot of their best blackberry vodka instead of straight vodka. Rada wanted to see if the change in taste would affect the woman at all.

Ooh, Zienna did notice the change in taste. So she wasn't completely numb. Even though she still did seem to lack appreciation for good alcohol at least she took time to make note of the change in taste. Rada told the bartender in Russian to put Zienna's drink just now on her tab. Rada grinned, she got an idea to play with Zienna a bit without even having to talk to her. Rada spoke to the bartender again, still in Russian, and there was still a playful and a bit drunk smile on her face.
"Give her whatever vodkas we have with the same price as straight vodka. I'll tell you in which order."
It was time to play "Which vodka earns the biggest reaction" game~

The first vodka was strawberry, grown and produced in Russian soil. Rada let Zienna drink just one shot first, and discreetly watched the woman's reaction to it. Whether it would be like or dislike or just indifference.

The game didn't even get started properly, since Zienna figured out what Rada was doing very quickly and turned to face her. Well, Rada wasn't surprised, she was too drunk to try and hide her intentions properly. And what Zienna said next was understandable, Rada was being annoying and a busybody. And after Zienna was done speaking Rada looked thoughtful, since she had to consider her motives. When Rada finally answered the began with a grin.
"Well, first of all, I hate doing what I'm told. Call it the brat or rebel in me."
But after that initial, rather juvenile answer Rada's face turned serious, and she leaned on the counter, putting her chin on her hand.

"I'm an empath, and for months now I've been seeing you throw alcohol into that pit of misery you have inside you, and it has had no effect. I don't know what happened to you and I'm not asking, but it was definitely hard, I can feel it. And because I felt it I became a busybody and helped you home and now I'm bugging you like this."
Rada explained, and she exhaled a bit and continued.
"I'm not trying to get you down or anything, I'm just, I dunno, trying to do something to make you feel something else than misery. If you want to stay in that pit forever, then fine, I will leave you alone and never talk to you again. But you know, we have some damn good vodkas here, that are worth savouring. You could start there, and later down the line maybe try and savour life again. Even if it tastes like shit sometimes."
Rada shrugged, and stood up. She looked down at Zienna and cracked half a smile before she started heading to the door, her babysitter following after her.